This one is a downer, sorry, but it was written when I was 18 & still recovering from cruel & relentless bullying in school.
I hope you’re enjoying my words.
I’m going to be sharing a poem from my past each day using the Sims 4 for a background
Day 18: like the wind – date unknown
Another date unknown. I really like this one although it feels rather unfinished.
I hope you are enjoying my words.
I’m going to be sharing a poem from my past each day using the wonderful, beautiful scenery from #TheSims4
Day 17: she sleeps – June 23, 1995
Again this would have been up sooner, but I had to create a sim and then get her to unlock the Sylvan Glade.
I hope you are enjoying my words.
I’m going to be sharing a poem from my past each day using beautiful scenery from #thesims4
Day 16: without tears – June 22, 1995
The hardest part about this challenge is not picking the poem and it’s not picking the background. The hardest part is picking the font color. I want it to be readable, but still fit with the aesthetic. I hope you are enjoying my words.
I’m going to be sharing a poem from my past each day using the wonderful, beautiful scenery from the Sims 4 as a back drop.
Day 15: spring haiku – date unknown
There seems to be no known poems written for today so here’s a date unknown.
I’m going to be sharing a poem from my past each day using the wonderful, beautiful scenery from the Sims 4 as a back drop.
Day 14: disguise – June 20th, 1997
Another poem about the silent boy. I have a lot of them. He really broke my heart. I used that heartbreak to write my first novel: ‘A Murder of One’ by Patti Keno. It’s available on Amazon.
Day 13: Nevermore – June 19th, 1996
Another poem about anxiety about sharing my work. I have a lot of them.
The wording of this one bothers me, but whatever.
I’m going to be sharing a poem from my past each day using the wonderful, beautiful scenery from the Sims 4.
Day 12: Remember – June 18th, 2001
I have a lot of poems dedicated to ‘the silent boy’, my first and so far only “real” love. This was written about 6 years after he left my life. (I hesitate to say broke up because we never really did break up. I guess it was a gradual ghosting) It’s now almost 30 years later and this poem still rings true. I doubt I will ever get over him.
Also using this pic of Orion is super sad considering what happened to him in my machinima.
I’m going to be sharing a poem from my past each day using the wonderful, beautiful scenery from the Sims 4 as a back drop.
Day 11 (extra) clown shoes – October 26th, 1995
I know I already shared a poem today, but every time I trip or hurt myself I think of this poem and since I’ve lately been obsessed with watching the clowns on NoPixel GTArp.
So yeah, it’s just a strange convergence of clowns-injuring myself-poetry that brings you this extra poem today.
I’m going to be sharing a poem from my past each day using the wonderful, beautiful scenery from the Sims 4 as a back drop.
Day 11: this skin I’m in – June 17th, 2017
I struggled to find an image for the background until I found these pics of my simself failing at bowling. It seemed rather perfect.
I wrote this after I hurt my shoulder (An injury that bothers me greatly to this day. 6 years later and still no doctor can figure out what’s wrong with it.) I think a lot of people with Ehlers-Danlos and other disabilities can relate to this poem.
I’m going to be sharing a poem from my past each day using the wonderful, beautiful scenery from the Sims 4 as a back drop.
Invisible No More 